The word,
Revenge, revenge,
Peopleburning with revenge,
Waiting to take the revenge
For what,
For insult, hatred, vengeance,
Human lust, want, envy, vie
And for these
Revengeful,
Revengeful.
ButI knowit not,
Not
Why is he taking,
Taking revenge
For what,
What unseen fault of mine,
For what, what flaw of mine
My previous or present
Doing?
Mother turning into a skeletonAnd the eyes of the child sunken deep into.
I doubtIf there will be a writerOf the stature of Salman Rushdie,A writer so undaunted and fearlessAnd daring.
Mr.Motu asking aboutAnd greeting himOn their meeting.Patlu too responding,Hi, Motu you here,meeting me on the wayI didn’t, didn’tExpect it!Both of them exchangingPleasantries and goodies,HuggingAnd patting on the backsMotu on the back of PatluAnd Patlu on the back of Motuand wayfarers markingThe love of Motu and Patlu!Motu and Patlu, Patlu and MotuGoing the way,Meeting onAnd greeting…
A statesman,An orator,A diplomat,A nationalist,A patriot,A humanist.
They too are but shadows,Your shadow, my shadow, the shadow of life,The world a shadow.I am a shadow, you are a shadow, they are shadows,Shadowy is this existence of ours,History of ours shrouded in mystery,Shadowed life, shadowed presence of ours,Shadow, shadow, only shadowsIn life and the world.
And if the same woman is notThe house not a house.The difference is just!
